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Hidden Structures in the Park

from An Interior History by Unsung

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Sitting in a parked car
Listening to harpsichord
Wailing at the moon like I'm praying
To the dunes in my view
Or the Bloom from my hibernating vocals
Scratch the surface of my purpose
I'm disappointed in my rap verses
I wish I was a human
Wish I was just tethered to this world
By hands that knew me
Or at least tried to pierce a shell that's hell bent parallel
i'm well vented
Telling all my secrets
Selling all my sound
on the ground looking down
Word that's a spiral I can get behind
Find a habitat to slide inside
Lie for days within a broken spine
Thesis of a text
Lie between your teeth
Lay around your neck
Settle somewhere in between
Working even in your dreams
Sew the seed of doubt
And pray with folded, knitted grieving gloves that you can work it out
Or shoulder fitted fleeting love
And leave it steeping in your mouth
With its gritted sleeping heaving chest
Shallow motions are the best
Rest
Yes
Just concentrate
don't act fidgety
make more sparks
and erase more marks
all set for the sea
with a sail and buffet
trust stays deep inside the chest
where the nest lays
Don't practice what I preach
Just assume that the beast follows
Hollering hollow threats
and wallows indebted of course
Distorted in proportion
Aligned with the time like a sign
Blue mark on your face
That's a murakami style that's divine
As the setting and pace
Auto-writes on the grind to replace
Retrace and save face as the characters change but stay the same
Blank date on your grave
I waited but you never came

credits

from An Interior History, released November 9, 2018
Additional vocals by Ash Cheshire

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